|Manny in front, Chili Bruce backing him|
Those paws can reach anywhere, if Da Boyz
have something to climb onto...
The Hubby has been moving boxes and stuffs around the house; cleaning, tossing away, and straightening. He's stacked up items here and there, while he decides on the final rearrangement.
For a few days, the house seemed kinda cold, but hey, it's Autumn, the temps are dropping, we just aren't used to it, etc. Then, one day, The Hubby realized that it's TOO COLD, and dammit, he's convinced that our furnace was dead. He checked here, he checked there, and he began to realize that spending some serious $$$ was in our future, to replace that furnace.
By chance, he looked at the thermostat. He set the temp higher, then lower. Got nothing.
He looked at it again, and even brought out a flashlight. AHA!!!! It was turned OFF. And why was it turned off?!? Because he'd stacked enough stuffs nearby, that some kitty (or two) managed to get their paws up to the control switches and turned off the thermostat, thereby making the furnace go cold.
We are now roasty, toasty, and zero $$$ had to leave our pockets. Only one or two piles were quickly removed from the thermostat area, and maybe some sort of cage should be designed to protect it!
Today, we are thankful that our furnace is working, the thermostat
is working, and that The Hubby learned a lesson in interior decorating.
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